by Yohanna Farrell

Created on: April 22, 2008

The dark behind my eyes
The first thing i always see
a glimmer of light on the side
the morning has come
coffee and a wee
these things i will always see
splashes of water
shorts and a halter
ready for the day

people walking by
the bus is late again
wait half an hour
here comes a shower
of pouring cold rain

finally get to work
the manager calls me in
i sit at a quite desk
awaiting my fate
was i to late?

slowly go back home
open the front room door
the comfort of my house
put on some coffee
make a quick meal
sink into my bed.

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